Della and I find ourselves in an interesting position. We tool around our house like we have done for the past nearly 6 years, yet we know the end is near. Like a condemned prisoner on death row, we don't have a "drop dead" date, but we know it is coming sooner as opposed to later. One of these days we will move somewhere else and the dream of owning our own home will be put to bed, once and for all.
Or so it seems.
In reality, the end for one or both of us might not be the end we anticipate. Just like everyone else, we could die tomorrow and then this foreclosure situation won't matter one wit. A distant relative could die and leave us a sufficient sum of money to pay off the house. It's not likely, but it is in the realm of possibility. And I'm certain there are numerous other possibilities that I can't even think of.
My point here is that we never truly know what tomorrow or even the next moment will bring. While we are focused on finding a new place to live within the next 4 - 6 months, the situation could well take care of itself.
That said, these days it still feels sort of surreal in our current abode. We tool around our house like we have done for the past nearly 6 years, yet we know the end is near.
Or so it seems....